you with the flames

you with the flames

it’s not your eyes which attract me.
it’s not your messy hair
or bright smile

it’s in the way you tell jokes
and then laugh at them
as you wouldn’t care what people think.

it’s in the fact you would stand in the bus
just to let older people sit

it’s in your face which shines in an indescribable way
when there’s fire glowing at it
it’s in me, not being able to tell the difference between you and the flames.

it’s in your strength
inner and outer

it’s in the knowledge you would refuse me in the most sensitive way
this is what attracts me


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